| Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new rose
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| And the nosey stars seem to know
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| Where everybody goes
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| As poets reach for words
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| With broken motel pens
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| Heres something to hold on to till I come home again
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| Here the days dont have names they got numbers
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| And the nights just seems to dance into each other
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| Sacred lovers are like fire flies each one has a spark
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| Trying to fill the whole where once there was a heart
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| Im sending Postcards from the Wasteland
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| Following my headlights dont the highway in the dark
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| Im sending Postcards from the Wasteland
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| Postmarked from the state of my heart
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| In care of wherever you are
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| Now before the summer sun gets chased away
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| And all of our tomorrows turn into yesterdays
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| Im gonna build you that castle
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| Im gonna write you that song
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| I gotta find the words to say
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| Until Ive got you in my arms
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| Im sending you Postcards from the Wasteland
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| Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
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| Im sending Postcards from the Wasteland
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| Postmarked from the state of my heart
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| In care of wherever you are
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| Tonight Ill meet you in my dreams
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| See you soon
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| Love, me |